Finally you opened the window.
Breeze blew in, comforted you
in that humid suffocation.
Light shone on everything—
yet the truth was missing.
A fruitless search,
a lifetime of aspiration
came to naught.
You wobbled, perhaps feeling
the gut-punch of dejection.
With shaky hands you looked
for support against the wall.
You followed the wall
as if it were your guide-rope
on a hostile mountaintop,
and found the couch to lie down.
Somewhere in that journey,
of being defeated, you slept.
The window in your dreams said:
light never showed the truth.
Breeze asked you, although invisible,
did you believe she was real?
Then someone said—
sounded like your own voice:
Something can\'t be found
when it doesn\'t exist.
Truth is the child of beliefs.
Ask yourself what you believe in,
and there you shall find
what you seek.
A hesitant smile began,
slowly crinkling the corner
of your closed eyes.
In your dreamscape you strode out
looking for someone to share with.
But found no one.
And… you woke up.
The room stood there
as if the eternal truth—
things you could see,
you could feel.
Yet at the unknown corner
of your mind someone nudged you:
Believe, then see.